I despise blogging. Everyone thinks that their lives are interesting enough or that their view points matter so much that other people will be interested. Is mine going to be any different? Hell no. So then why am I doing it? Is it because it's the cool thing to do? Nah, not really. I'm doing this to do one of two things. I crave attention and response, and while I have a basic grasp on how to build webpages, making it to where I can add comments to an actual page is something that neither my husband nor I have completely figured out yet, heh. And the other reason is...well, everyone else is doing it.
Wow, I sound bitchy. But come on, look at the word itself. "Blog" Breaking it down into sounds you have "blah" and "og" - not words that give off the prettiest connotation. "Blah" is usually an indicator of boredom and "og" is a noise that you make when you're in distress. Or we can break it down into "Bee" and "log." This one is even easier. Bees are fucking scarry with their stingers and things and they fly around buzzing around you, threating to sting you if you even move a muscle. Yes, Bees suck. "But April, what's so wrong with the word 'log?' It's just a part of a tree." Well it's also a synonym for poop. So you have bees and poop along with boredom and distress.
I guess another reason I don't like the whole blogging concept is the fact that it is so embrassed by Prosti-tots(not my word, though I wish it were) to show off their pre-pubescent booties and breasts. It also gives them the false hope that their opinions matter - like why Martini's are better made with Vodka instead of Gin... You're twelve fucking years old. You probably snuck a taste of your mother's Smirnoff Ice and thought you were drinking vodka, because it's the same brand name.
But I digress. I'm actually sitting her laughing my ass off at the irony of this post. I'm blogging (still hate that word) about why I hate blogs. Okay, to make this better, I'm not blogging, I'm venting. Therefore no one has to read this. It's like when therapists tell a person to write out their frustrations in a letter without sending it. That's what this is. I'm writing out my frustrations with blogging, while doubting strongly that no one will really read this. Well, if I do have an audience, and still have your attention, I have to warn you that my ending will be anti climatic. No "killing whitey" no "fuck the police." Just a good and simple, "So long!"
